Posted on 07/23/2007 11:38:36 AM PDT by doug from upland
John Edwards could make a leap forward if he talked about Hillary's four false FEC reports and that she was going to be under oath in a Los Angeles trial. But he won't. He is counting on his hair to win the day.
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I'll be making news tonight...I will look so out of sight
It will all be to perfection
Style over substance works...voters are such foolish jerks
Looks will help me win election
I really don't have a message that sells...I am floundering here in the dark
But when they see how I am so properly groomed, I will hit this one out of the park
(Oh) Hair, glorious hair, there is no debating
Mine will be the best, my fans are awaiting
I'm gunning for Hillary...that witch I'll be stopping
I'll bring up her scandals, watch her head popping
Hair, glorious hair, there is no debating
Mine will be the best, my fans are awaiting
I'm gonna pontificate...I'll talk poverty
But hair, glorious hair, wonderful hair, that's all they'll see
Hair, glorious hair, there is no debating
Mine will be the best, my fans are awaiting
I'm gunning for Hillary...that witch I'll be stopping
I'll bring up her scandals, watch her head popping
Hair, glorious hair, there is no debating
Mine will be the best, my fans are awaiting
I'm gonna pontificate...I'll talk poverty
But hair, glorious hair, wonderful hair, shiniest hair, silkiest hair, my lovely hair, they will see
She asks me why
I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night
Hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low
Don’t ask me why
Don’t know
It’s not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling
Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain’t no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!
Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short
Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself
They’ll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don’t my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
— from Hair, the musical.
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DFU SONG: Sister Goldenhair (yes, Kerry brags about their hair)
DFU SONGS | 7-2004 | Lyrics, Doug from Upland
Posted on 07/07/2004 5:16:55 PM PDT by doug from upland
MIDI - SISTER GOLDENHAIR -- scroll down and open SISTER GOLDENHAIR in your Media Player or other device
As a ticket they're more lib'ral...than all RATS who have come before
Would those guys defend this nation or would they be a U.N. whore
Of their follicles they're bragging...I guess we're supposed to care
They do not have *alls but they have pretty hair
One's a big time trial lawyer...one is kept as a ketchup boy
To get your vote in No-ve-ember, they'll be trying every ploy
Of their follicles they're bragging...I guess we're supposed to care
They do not have *alls but they have pretty hair
You can't trust them, not a little...not while we fight the war on terr-er-or
While we would burn each one would fiddle...that would be a fatal err-er-or
With security they cannot be messin'...teach them a lesson
To these men there is no substance...look at them, we think "empty suit"
If you have half of a brain or more, you will give these guys the boot
Of their follicles they're bragging...I guess we're supposed to care
They do not have *alls but they have pretty hair
You can't trust them, not a little...not while we fight the war on terr-er-or
While we would burn each one would fiddle...that would be a fatal err-er-or
With security they cannot be messin'...teach them a lesson
Flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John
Flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John
Flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John
Flush John/John...flush John/John...flush John/John...flush them right now
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